Maxine by Sun Cooper
“Maxine” by Sun Cooper ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Sun Cooper Artist Statement: Sun Cooper has been in AROHO community since 2015 and served five years as WAVES editor and Fire Heart Sister. Prior, she was named AROHO’s Blackbird Fellow and attended the writer’s retreat at Ghost Ranch where she first found sisterhood in the world of arts...
Leave the Barren Fields by Mary Morris
“Leave the Barren Fields” by Mary Morris Enter water, swimmer. Touch the muddy floor. Reappear dripping to be born for this. Cover the body with honey on the night of a new moon. Gather and eat soft eggs of a raven, drink milk from a goat by noon. Awaken at midnight feedings. Draw the ovaries. Paint in panthers, ruby-lit flowers. Gather your voice at the river. Sing with the loon. Read Grimm’s fairy...
A Space Beyond Boundaries
What we cannot imagine cannot come into being. All About Love by bell hooks “The Shore” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ OUR INVITATION . . . Dear Sister Artist, Writer, Reader, Please accept our invitation to a buoyant celebration of the completed publication of Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, A Room of Her Own’s digital anthology....
Inwardness II by Harin Song
“Inwardness II, Medium: Acrylic, embroidery floss, metallic thread, frame, sewing and weaving, Dimensions: 18 3/4(H) X 23(W) inches, 2019” by Harin Song The Q: What is a room of your own? I was born in Korea. When I was working as a designer, I experienced a glass ceiling in Korean society. So I came to the U.S. to study art and I’m trying to have my own voice as an Asian female artist. ...
An Invitation to Cross the Threshold
. . . Dear Sister Artist, Writer, Reader, Please accept our invitation to a buoyant celebration of the completed publication of Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, A Room of Her Own’s digital anthology. Savor the ways in which we have each been a voice answering a voice standing on the shoulders of other female voices across time. Cross the threshold, shoulder to shoulder. Paint a new world where our room...
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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